This is a song about "Ragga bombs"

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

Real strong spitting fire bombs

How could i not blow? all i do is drop "f" bombs

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Bombs are heavy instead i sharpen my machete

But now my rhymes drop like bombs.

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Drop bombs more then the greek legend medusa,

Whether buddhist or buddah, that's judas or judah

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

How could i not blow? all i do is drop "f" bombs

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

Look at us rhyme too, out lyrics drop bombs,

Bombs after bombs creating a missile storm

I'm the doctor you my nurse in a uniform